ZURI

Amelia’s hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the final pin in my hair. When she finally stepped back, her smile widened into something close to pride.

“Now,” she whispered, “look at you.”

I turned to the mirror. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

The dress shimmered like poured starlight, hugging my waist before falling in soft folds. The fabric glowed silver in the candlelight, catching every flicker and turning it into a spark that danced across my skin.

My hair, ...